Despite Lin Yun’s injuries, though his body was rapidly healing, he was nearly incapable of movement.
Standing was purely by willpower!
Lin Yun knew that giving up now would mean true defeat!
“He’s up!”
“Look, he’s standing again!”
As Lin Yun struggled to his feet, exclamations erupted from the city tower and below.
“My heavens, he can still stand? Just… just how much willpower does he have?”
The crowd was utterly shocked.
They asked themselves: in his place, with such injuries and two even stronger bolts looming, would they have despaired and given up?
Lin Yun’s ability to stand alone earned the admiration of countless hearts for his tenacity and unyielding spirit!
Hearing the crowd’s gasps, Emperor Huoyun snapped his eyes open, gazing at the distant hill.
“He… he’s standing again?” His voice trembled, his gaze flickering.
Even he couldn’t help but admire Lin Yun’s resolve.
Immortal Bingyi’s eyes widened, exclaiming, “This guy… he’s like an unkillable cockroach! Being his enemy must be terrifying!”
By now, the eighth bolt had fully formed.
“He’s up, but… how can he face the eighth bolt?” Emperor Huoyun’s fists clenched, his eyes reddening slightly.
He knew Lin Yun’s refusal to yield, and it pained him to think of his failure!
But surviving the eighth bolt was nearly impossible, and even if he did, he’d lack the strength for the final strike!
Failure seemed all but certain!
“Him… him…”
Prince Jiyuan, Wang Shaoqing, and Dongguo Lie were stunned to see Lin Yun rise.
Even they felt fear at his sheer determination.
“Stand all you want, Lin Yun! Let’s see how you face the eighth bolt! No matter how defiant you are, you’ll have to face reality!” Jiyuan roared inwardly.
“Lin Yun, you can do it!”
“Lin Yun, keep going!”
Suddenly, cheers rose from below the tower.
Lin Yun’s resilience had moved countless hearts!
The crowd couldn’t help but cheer, hoping for his success.
They knew they couldn’t help directly, but this was their way to support him.
On the distant hill:
The overwhelming cheers reached Lin Yun.
“So many are rooting for me…” His eyes trembled.
Then, he jerked his head upward.
“Damn heavens, you want to destroy me? Dream on! I, Lin Yun, will defy you!” He stood tall, pointing and cursing at the sky.
Crack!
The eighth bolt, shimmering with unprecedented purple-gold hues, descended like a galaxy, striking with terrifying force, as if determined to crush Lin Yun!
“Come on!!!”
Lin Yun let out a primal roar!
“Master, in your state and with your injuries, you can’t withstand it!”
“Quick, throw all your Heavenly Dao and Holy Spirit weapons and artifacts up there! Including your Zijon Sword!” the artifact spirit’s voice shouted in his mind.
Without hesitation, Lin Yun followed its advice, using his inner force to hurl all his seized Heavenly Dao and Holy Spirit weapons and artifacts, forming a barrier against the incoming bolt.
He hesitated briefly over the Zijon Sword but threw it too.
Boom!
As the weapons and artifacts met the eighth bolt, it exploded against them.
Crack!
All Holy Spirit weapons shattered, and the Heavenly Dao weapons cracked, reduced to scrap.
These were incredibly durable weapons!
“It actually weakened the eighth bolt’s power significantly!” Lin Yun rejoiced.
In an instant, the bolt struck him.
“Pfft!”
Lin Yun spat blood, flying backward and hitting the ground, his organs aching as if torn.
The eighth bolt was endured!
Though it caused significant injuries, it wasn’t devastating!
“Artifact spirit, your plan worked!” Lin Yun, though bleeding, felt a surge of hope.
The injuries weren’t crippling!
Otherwise, surviving the eighth bolt might have left him utterly defenceless, with no hope left.
“Master, heal quickly!” the artifact spirit urged.
Lin Yun was already doing so, frantically repairing his injuries.
His Nirvana physique healed faster than many potent elixirs.
Buzz!
In the sky, thunder grew louder, clouds pressing lower, darkness enveloping like night.
The ninth bolt was forming!
Undoubtedly, it would be the most terrifying yet!
